I was born wrapped in death. I was bathed in it. It had always been a part of my life, whether I liked it or not. I just didn't expect it to come for me so soon. Or to be so disappointed to live through it. I remember falling, like Alice down the rabbit hole, and then I met the boy with stitches in his face. The boy that would show me harpies, demons, souls. The boy that would help me fight my once dead sister. The boy who would restore my belief in friendship and give me the will to live.